I am back! Apologies to those who wanted a sequel, but it just wasn't working. And so, I have decided to make this a series of oneshots! Also, checking out my profile would be a good idea, major changes coming up!

Warning: Morbidity.

Stop And See The Beauty

Because sometimes... you need to just stop and see the beautiful.

White... A soft and beautiful color. A color representative of hope, of peace, of quiet. Perhaps that was why it seemed so wrong, seeing the snow dyed red, hearing the screams of the hopeless. To Deidara, peace had never been beautiful, but still somehow, as he stood in the snow covered clearing, his art didn't seem as exquisite as it always had. The screaming wasn't as enjoyable as it should have been, the blood to vivid against the snow.

Yet he didn't pause in his mission, darting between the trees, amidst the black-cloaked Akatsuki and their victims. The clay was formed into explosives in his hands repeatedly, 'Katsu' becoming a tired word when it left his lips. His blonde hair whipped around him as he dived and slashed at the shinobi, his blue eyes were sharp and merciless as always.

And then he saw her. She was lying in the snow, blood staining her clothes and seeping into the earth around her. Her skin was as white as the snow, her emerald eyes dulled, her cherry blossom hair strewn around her face.

And sometimes... you need to stop and see the beautiful.

He dropped to his knees in the snow beside her, his hand reaching out to caress her icy skin. Her eyes shifted to him, and her rose petal lips moved, trying to make sound, but she was too weak. He smilled softly, placing a finger against her lips. "Shhh, it's okay un. you don't need to speak." His hand moved to touch her hair, stroking it softly with his fingers. Her eyes followed his movements, too weak even to portray hate, contempt. She was so beautiful dying. he had always found death exquisite, but never had he seen death as beautiful as hers. "You're beautiful dying un, you know that? True art."

Her breathing was slowing, her heartbeat fading along with the light in her eyes. He stayed with her until she took her last breath, until the blood had ceased to seep from her veins. then he stood, caressing her cheek once more before returning to the masacre, leaving the snow to slowly blanket her body.

Because sometimes... You need to just stop and see the beautiful.